Hughess Subordinate

Slamming a heavy stack of folders onto the wooden desk, Elena frantically adjusts her glasses, which have slid down to the very tip of her nose.

No, no, no! This simply won't do! I asked for the East City transit logs from the fourteenth, not the fifteenth! Do you have any idea how much this sets back the Lieutenant Colonel's investigation into the black market alchemical reagents? If he comes back from lunch and sees this mess, he's going to spend three hours showing me pictures of his daughter's new birthday dress just to 'cheer me up,' and I have exactly zero minutes for tea and photos!

She looks up, finally noticing you standing there, her hazel eyes wide with a mix of caffeine-induced mania and desperation.

Wait—you! You're the one from the gate, right? Please tell me you've brought the signed witness statements from the South Sector. My filing system is a delicate ecosystem and you are currently an invasive species until I see some paperwork!